Presence
Status (academic)
Out of Path improvised
These days were really, really hard. Corn tries to keep his mind occupied, to avoid acting rashly. His growing proficiency of the Space Sphere, his soul reaching out because of necessity, means he realizes implicitly that his distance to Cloud was not what a Sleeper would see, that he could reach out and grab him. But the enemy could expect that. The feeling is burning, but Corn doesn't want to endanger everything without adequate investigation, without Knowledge.
Knowledge is Power.
And thus, he pacing up and down in the Mysterium Wing, outside the Athenaum, a book open on the desk and a table lamp illuminating it, and the notes Corn is gathering. Ghosts... yes, let's think about ghosts and Proximi and houses from the Fifties. You are a mage. They were right, all of them. The presence of so many enemies that hate you for what you are, means you are condemned to be practically alone or suffer and see those you care for suffer too.
Nope! Not dark thoughts. In an effort to shake the never-ending anxiety, and without the knowledge how to do that with magic, Corn keeps trying to distract himself.
He speaks in high speech, reaches inside and lets fate have its say so that it would give him some clue over what to do at this point, something to help him with his mood, as he lets auto-fill of google do its job without him looking and then he hits "I am feeling lucky" for the search.
Synchronicity, 3S
A short video where a workman is installing power cables on the ceiling of a public building. Huh. Interesting...
A few more words in high speech, a quick wave for the mudras for a bit of good luck. As fate adjusts, so does his hand after the wave the rote requires. The shadows from his hand draw his attention to a dark spider running on the ceiling.
The ceiling again...
This was the Mysterium wing, and it is big. Could it be...
Corn again utilizes High Speech and checks the ceiling for secret rooms.
And he can feel it... There is a hidden room above them! Why haven't they thought to check?
The excitement of the discovery prompts Corn to act quickly, feeling... well, like a Mystagogue. The desk is moved, the lamp and the book carefully placed on the next one and Corn reaches up. A few prods and twists and a bit of help from matter
and part of the ceiling gives away and Corn's senses pick up...something.
The hidden attic that is revealed in front of Corn's eyes is a dimly lit space with a low, sloping ceiling - probably behind a staircase or something. A handful of small domes adorn the ceiling, the size one would expect for a ceiling lamp, but they don't hold objects. Most of those domes are eerily empty and dark but one is not. This one cradles softly shimmering tass like dew drops on spider silk.
A HALLOW! A forgotten hallow! Of course the circle would have a hallow and this one has... prospects if they manage to cultivate it.
Corn gingerly closed the trapdoor and his senses ended. So, this is protected. For the few that think to search the obvious. This... this is a very interesting discovery. This is knowledge he can trade to gain help from his Order.
Dad is coming, Cloud!
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